"What is that, Mona?"
"Ewan is with God. At this moment, while we stand here together, Ewan sees God."
"Ah!"
Dan dropped to his knees with awe at that thought, and drew off the cap which he had worn until then, and bent his head.
"Yes, he died in anger and in strife," said Mona; "but God is merciful. He knows the feebleness of His creatures, and has pity. Yes, our dear Ewan is with God; now he knows what you suffer, my poor Dan; and he is taking blame to himself and pleading for you."
"No, no; I did it all, Mona. He would not have fought. He would have made peace at the last, but I drove him on. 'I can not fight, Dan,' he said. I can see him saying it, and the sun was setting. No, it was not fight, it was murder. And God will punish me, my poor girl. Death is my just punishment—everlasting death."
"Wait. I know what is to be done."
"What, Mona?"
"You must make atonement."
"How?"